It felt like the world was still spinning around him as he lay there. Surely enough he was concussed, meaning it would be dangerous for him to just fall asleep. He heard somewhere that if he did he'd run the risk of slipping into a coma. Despite feel now like he could sleep forever a sensed a red light in his cockpit. Looking up he was glad to see that his vision had cleared. But was surprised to see the red lightsaber above him. As the figure spoke the ringing in his ear began to clear up some.

"I'm just a Bounty Hunter, working for The Sith Empire." As he spoke he hand gently reached for one of his blaster pistols in case this was a Jen'ari combatant. The Zeltron wasn't wearing a helmet, but even then his replica Mandalorian armor was recognizable enough without it. Letting out a pained groan he got up from his prone postion without much trouble. All the while keeping a hand close to his blaster if he needed to pull off a quick draw. Quickly a patted himself down to feel if there was anything missing on him. But all his limbs were still where they needed to be. Which he was thankful for, if he returned home to his wife with some missing body parts she most likely wouldn't have been very pleased.

"Now what about you Mister? I'm guessing that since you haven't come at me with that glow stick, you must been Sith as well. Sith Empire that is." He said, not really trying to offend his lightsaber but wasn't in the mood for being polite. "Man, if this is what working for the 'big boys" is like then I might just retire early from it and go back to my roots..." The pink colored alien said to himself out loud.

Rubbing his head some to try and ease the headache he had. 'Seriously, first Chekīta Awaud's headbutt and now this, if he kept it up he could loose his head by the end of the year.' He thought to himself. Looking back at the man who he was with and reached a hand out for him to shake. "The name's Cyran, now why don't we get out of this condemned ship and start taking some names?"

Now with his craft going somewhat horizontal with the ground he engaged the landing gears. Although ti would't stop the imitate crash landing, anything to break the fall would be helpful. Looking out his cockpit he saw only glimpses of the ensuing conflict beneath him as he rushed above in a metal cage of death.

He just kept thinking to himself, 'I can't be selfish and die, there's someone waiting for me when this is done...' Then sooner rather then later he was mere meters from the ground. With a sudden jerk of the controls he had the ship he was piloting face upwards some so that the back end of it would skid across the ground, which it did. The impact of and continual skid was probably the loudest thing he'd ever heard. Fighting the urge to cover up his ears as more of the ship's underside crashed into the ground. However, the ground wasn't just completely flat, and he found himself going over the smallest hill, but the air he gained was enough for him to completely lose all the control he may of had. When he finally hit the ground again him along with the ship were now tumbling across the land.

Cyran wasn't sure how long it was, but he'd killed enough speed before hand that the ensuing rolls didn't completely rip his ship, and in turn, himself apart. Realizing he'd instinctively closed his eyes, when he opened them he found that he was no longer tumbling, and that the ship had finally stopped. However, he was upside down. Taking a mere second to breathe and thank The Force he unlatched himself from his seat, only to fall out of what remained of the cockpit. Despite falling face first onto the ground, he had been so happy to be on stable solid ground. Looking up from his prone position he saw the world was spinning, and there was a loud ringing in his ears. Perhap the shock of what he just survived didn't make that all clear to him until now.

Feeling like his limbs were, mere wet noodle, he didn't even attempt to get up yet. Instead he felt like he deserved a well earned breather for the moment. He didn't even know how deep he was into enemy territory.

Cyran was currently in the middle of a chaotic crash landing over the planet. Starfighter spinning wildly as it fell to the surface with minimal control from Cyran in the cockpit. Some of people may be wonder, how did he end up in this situation. Well, it all started about two minutes ago during The Sith Empire's invasion at the start of a new galatic standard year.

You see mere moments before starting his hectic decent onto the planet bellow Cyran was just exiting on the many of The Sith Empire's battle ships. Cyran was eager to start his first wartime job. Despite being a part of The Sith Empire he never was invested in the politics. It was really just his employer for bounty hunting when a hunt caught his eye. However, as of very recently this Zeltron got himself into a relationship. So as of now he wasn't looking forwards to the conflict as much as he used to given that he now has something to lose.

Early onto his decent after the planetary shields went down things were going smoothly for him. However, not very long into his flight things went very poorly. Since Cyran were in the middle of a war zone soon after breaching the atmosphere debris from another wasted ship was in his flight path. Breaking off some of Cyrans own starfighter. Turing his flight into an aerial tumble.

So, after recalling how he got himself into this situation he got himself into he went back to the matter at hand. He wasn't going to let himself die mere moments into this conquest. He was a husband, and he was going to see his spouse after this. Flipping through controls in his cockpit he thought of a way as to how to get his ship stable again. Then he set the throttle of the ship to maximum effect. Despite the faster decent it began to stabilize the fall some. Eventually to the ship was pointing straight down. However, with no shields and with such speeds he quickly turned off the engines. As the speed of falling could rip what remained of his ship's wings into the air.

Cyran was a little confused when the speeder started going faster, but hey, it meant getting to their destination quicker. At least that's what the Duros thought. However, this weird rest mist like stuff started taking over. "Hey uh..." Cyran then looked over at the women beside him. Who he saw was moving her mouth.

The next thing he knew was that he was flung from his seat. Being raised up and over the speeder. The only being held by his leg was suddenly being dragged across the ground behind the vehicle. At first he was just really confused. But soon after he realized what was happening he was feeling the pain of being dragged across the ground at high speeds. Especially over such rough, hard terrain. Leaving behind a trail of dust as he body ungracefully tumbled behind after each little bump or rock hit him on the way.

When they finally got to their destination and stopped he was in a rough place. One, he was really dirty. Two, he needed some medical help. He could barely tell that they had stopped, his head was spinning and his vision was blurry after an good hit a rock got on his head. His already pretty featureless face was seemingly smoothed out even more, and his neck felt pretty crooked. The next thing he knew he was off the ground, and all he could see was the blurry image of the supernatural women. The next thing he felt was the sudden feeling her tongue against his cheek. When she finally walked away from him he fell back down even as the ichor was beginning to heal him.

Slowly he got up to his knees and was able to see clearly again. Looking over he saw what the situation was, but was much less enthused about moving along with there mission. "But the show must go on..." Cyran simply said to himself. His voice still as gritty as always. Getting up e drew his blaster and joined the group.

Grinning to himself he got in along with the women he started up the speeder, letting it speed up and following the other craft. As they sped across the arid environment he looked out over at the horizon. Despite the planet being home to billions of bugs, he felt like there was a sort of beauty from just being on the planet of such industrious people.

The Duros would mainly hum some to himself on the drive. It being one of his own tunes he was practicing. But after a bit he spoke over to the women sitting beside him. "So, what brought you to this meet up? Me personally I just wanted something to do. Go on an adventure you know. You can't really sing about your cool experiences if you don't have any. You know what I mean?"

However, something told Cyran that she wasn't particularly in the mood to speak with him. But little do he know that she wished ill upon him. As they approached their destination they got pretty close. Nothing would really set then back on their course unless something pretty radical happened on the travel.

Listening to how Petra Cavataio replied to him he simply smiled back. Not really knowing how much he may have pissed her off. Then he looked back as Cim spoke before everyone started on their paths to head out to the objective. looking back a Petra he spoke once more. "What do you say, we go together, I drive..."Sweetie"" Little did he know he was actually doing worse then playing with fire. Especially with that comment. Probably making his own death wish without even knowing it.

Following them out of the cave he watched as the pulled up the the girl, still on pursuit for her it seemed. Then watched as Jorge hopped in with Cim Salro to start nagging her about working for them. During all this he'd harness his instrument back on him and approach one of the various speeders. He wasn't sure if the "Supernatural" Lady was gonna join him or not, get into the speeder.

Cyran simply listened to the others in the cave. After they all finished he played a little tune. C,D,E,D,E,F,G... "I got now questions are my front." He said with that typical Duros raspy voice. "But unlike some of our compadres here I'd could see myself joining this little organization." What was the point of working for them if you weren't going to join? He questioned in his head. Actually he could think of several reason why not, but that was besides the point.

"I'd imagine that with a supernaturally gifted individual like yourself." He said, referring to Petra Cavataio. "Something like this would be quite easy. But I shouldn't jinx it should I?" Cyran said with a bit of a chuckle. Little did he know more then just her were gifted with the Force. Even he was and he didn't even know it, yet he could feel it, kinda.

In a simple, inconspicuous cantina in the newly established capital of the CIS. Sitting at a table away from the entrance sat Cyran, alone. Leaning back in his seat with his instrument laid out on him as he tuned the strings on it. On the table were some credits. As he sat alone what seemed like a stranger approached. She dropped a note on the table and picked up the credits as the passed. They were no stranger however, in fact they were an informant he hired. Putting his stringed instrument down he checked the note, and read it. It spoke of a meeting here on the planet of Geonosis, set in a cave. Perhaps they cleared out any local Geonosians. Perhaps he'll drop by.

Present

Landing his vessel fairly far away he didn't want to raise any alarms. To keep himself entertained on the walk to the cave he got his Mandoviol and began to play a simple tune to himself. A, F, G, E, F, D, E... would be the couple of notes he started out with before he began to really practice. To Cyran, music was the the universal language. One that anyone can understand and enjoy, and was he really wrong?

All he really knew was that this was a little get together to possibly bring back an old smuggler community. Or, at least that's what he thought. Some kind of organization called the Black Bha'lir.

Walking to the cave the Duros could feel glad that the Geonosians weren't how they used to be, being so territorial. Able to enjoy the vast and barren environment that the planet provided. Getting into the cave he continued his little song. Eventually he would come across other individuals all hanging out in there. A,F,G,E,F,D,E... he repeated as he approached them. Perhaps it was a little odd seeing a stranger walk up to you playing a little tune like he did. "And to think I was gonna miss something like this." He said as he introduced himself.